ashley magnus is more badass than you (![]() ![]() @ 2011-04-24 21:50:00 |
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Entry tags: | ashley magnus, john druitt |
WHO: Ashley Magnus and John Druitt
WHAT: An Easter picnic in the park. Yes, you read that right. Jack the Ripper is being domestic.
WHEN: Early afternoon
WHERE: The park
RATING: TBD (doubt it'll be too high)
STATUS: In Progress
Although she'd never celebrated a holiday without her mom before, Ashley was still in a fairly good mood on Easter Sunday. She had slept in then played quietly with her toys for a while, eaten breakfast with her daddy and played some more. They'd talked some, with her asking whatever questions popped into her mind and him answering them much better than most other grown-ups she knew would. And finally, when lunchtime rolled around, he'd told her they were going to the park for a picnic.
Now, half an hour later, Ashley was perched happily on a swing with her daddy pushing her, giggling at the feel of the wind on her face. There was a brief thought of waiting until the swing hit a high arch then jumping but she didn't. There was also the brief thought of trying to convince her daddy to push her high enough that she flipped clear over the bars but, again, she didn't. She was trying Very Hard to be good and was determined not to give him anymore worry than she had when she'd snuck out with Jamie earlier in the week.
Of course, the best of intentions are all well and good but, when you're small, full of wonder, and have very little fear, intentions only carry you so far. So no more than two or three pushes later, with Ashley's legs working double time in an attempt to go just a bit higher, she felt an almost overwhelming urge to just... let go of the chain. Which she likely would have done, resulting in her likely taking a rather nasty tumble after flying across half the park or so, had a horse not gone galloping by at that precise moment.
Eyes going wide, Ashley sucked in a breath, let out a squeal of delight, then immediately dug her feet into the ground to stop her movement. Dashing out of the swing, she was making a beeline for the still fleeing animal, all thoughts of her daddy and her best behavior to make his holiday nicer completely forgotten. All she knew was that she wanted to catch, and ride, the horse and that's precisely what she was going to do.